Last summer, after it was announced that a lot of the cool stuff (like the amusement park and miniature golf course, to name two things) in Coney Island, New York was to be turned into condos and other useless corporate garbage, my friends and I took a trip so we could walk the board walk one last time, get heartburn from a greasy hot dog and of course, urinate on top of a sign that prohibits urination and take photos of it. Ahhh. Memories…